Kung Fu-Panda

I have a friend who really likes pandas, but I think today she was outdone by this stylish woman, her flag shall (all of the black and white decorations are pandas), and her little, colorful, matching hat. I am not sure how the fashion experts would talk about this outfit (a little too matchy, poor use of colors perhaps), but I wanted to go up to her, bow, and then go into some sort of extreme meditation. If that did not work, I feel like the loud colors suggest she is friendly, and perhaps she was just asking for hug (in all her crazy she did not seem too off kilter and I might have actually hugged her given the opportunity). One thing that this outfit lacks, however, is insulation. I do not understand how she is not freezing cold with the fake sun and 20 degree weather outside. I mean, flags are thin and do not work the same way a woolen poncho does. BRRRR. I'd chose warmth over reppin' my country (or city or panda bear nation?) any day.

My best guess for her loud outfit choice was that she was off to the white house for some sort of demonstration. Yet, it was not until she was joined by her friends, the flag bearers, that I thought she was anything but a crazy random old woman dressed in a flag (and hopefully who lived in a shoe). For a while there she was all alone looking out of place, and then as she started to walk away, two guys joined her like book-ends. After shaking hands (and unfortunately no bows), they began to march away like they were up to no good (When you're a JET, you're a JET all the way...From your first cigarette to your last dying day). Well, at least my little crazy friend is at the center of attention of their gang, the queen-bee of sorts. I can only hope that she will rock her pandas all the way up to Obama's office.

Oh, and since this is my second crazy fashion sighting near Potbellys, I have decided this area is now my stomping ground for people watching. I wanted to borrow one of their flags and hoist it into the ground (like the flag raising in WWII) and claim this land for crazy. I am not sure what our loony-bins national anthem would be, but Crazy by Gnarls Barkley, or You Drive me Crazy by Britney Spears are fierce competitors. Although, despite being the worst song choice, Britney likely has the edge based on the shaving her head incident alone. Talk about CRAAAAAAAZY.